"They really came back!"
"Yeah, they actually weren't beaten to death. That was seven Servants!"
"..."
In Yugdomirenia's council chamber, the surviving Black Faction Masters surrounded Shirou, pointing and staring at him as though he were a panda in a zoo.
"I mean..." Shirou rolled his dead-fish eyes and said helplessly, "What exactly are you all doing? It's not like you haven't seen me before!"
"That's true, but this time, Berserker, you came back completely unharmed after facing seven Servants!"
"It's nothing special. I'm very good at running away, and besides—" Shirou pointed angrily at someone. "I can understand Jeanne and Archer coming back here, but why are you here too? Aren't you a Red Faction Servant, Mordred?"
As he spoke, Shirou glanced from the corner of his eye at Sieg, sitting in the corner. The two Command Spells on that brat's arm made him want to smash a wall.
Why did all the good things happen to you? If you're so capable, why don't you go marry Afu in Britain?
Sieg, sitting in the corner, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and shuddered. A homunculus standing beside him keenly noticed his abnormal reaction and asked:
"What's wrong?"
"No, nothing. It was probably just my imagination."
There was no need to say it—the Command Spells on the brat's hand definitely had not been stolen by him. He was not the original story's Siegfried now; his combat ability was worse than even the most ordinary homunculus.
It had happened around last night, when the Black Faction Servants had just boarded the Hanging Gardens. Sieg had popped up from who knew where, wandered around the battlefield, and then run into Astolfo.
The two lovers had wanted to catch up properly after meeting again, only for Astolfo's Master, Sereinik, to catch